Peeked through the crack of an unlocked door and saw what no one should witness: two girls who’ve known each other since kindergarten finally crossing that line. One’s fingers already tangled in the other’s short-cropped hair before lips even meet, pulling hard enough to leave marks. Teeth clash as they fight for control, hands gripping hips like they’re trying to break through fabric—not just clothes. A knee shoves between thighs mid-air; pussies grind together wet against denim until both are gasping into each other’s mouths. This wasn’t supposed to happen tonight—but now it won’t stop.
